Then, THE BEST interaction of the show this week: Her courtyard conversation with gubernatorial candidate Will Caldwell where she stumbles on him kissing his sister-in-law, and confronts him about it.

Olivia says: “End it now. I saw you. End it.”

Caldwell, full of heartache, replies: “We denied it for months because that’s what you do, you deny it. You pretend it’s not happening, you pretend it’s all above board, it’s appropriate and the next thing you know, you are having sex in the coat closet at your brothers engagement dinner. We have what we have.”

With painful, difficult and devastating inner reflection about her own love affair with a married man, her lips begin to quiver and she begins her “I HAVE COME TO MY SENSES” rant, and says to Will: “You have nothing. You have a pile of secrets and lies and you’re calling it love. And in the meantime you’re letting your whole life pass you by while they raise children and celebrate anniversaries and grow old together. You’re frozen in time, you’re holding your breath, and you’re a statue, waiting for something that’s never going to happen. Living for stolen moments in hotel hallways and coat closets. You keep telling yourself they all add up to something real, because in your mind, they have to; but they don’t. They won’t. They never will because stolen moments aren’t a life. So you, have nothing. You have no one. End it now.”

Standing ovation! Bravo! You did it! Go girl!

You realize you are officially the side chick, and you don’t like it.

You are done!

You are tired of keeping secrets and lies, believing that is love.

Olivia, your life was beginning to pass you by and it seems you are getting back on track and I like it. You are too good for stolen moments in hotel hallways, elevators and White House closets. You are too cute to be a statue and you deserve your own anniversaries, children and a couples’ suite at the retirement home with a view of the golf course.

Olivia – Perhaps, just maybe, deep down you do want formal, easy and simple love that’s all your own with no sharing by arrangement.

I want to believe that because you were really convincing me of it; but I don’t trust you. You are not trustworthy, and that’s what has me believing the next closet may be right around the corner or in the East Wing or West Wing.

I’m sure you will be all dress up and turned backwards.

(Sidebar: Does everyone prefer sex in closets? What am I missing? OK, add to bucket list – I guess).

But for today, I am proud of you! Proud that it seems you have your swag back. Recommending and arranging a political marriage to win a governor’s seat, telling Cyrus how to handle Mellie, playing dating games with a military man and having such a heart for Huck.